"I love you, too, Son. I feel better about you being here. For now,it's the right thing to do. See, Baby, Daddy's trying." Waddie hugged andkissed his dad one last time.

Morgan left and his uncle told Waddie to come upstairs with him. Waddiecame to the bottom of the stairs and his uncle couldn't help picking him upand carrying him up the stairs. Waddie felt like a young prince with hisown man servant to cater to his needs. Buck and his parents showed Waddiemore love the first afternoon in their home than Waddie ever got from thethree in his home.

"One of these days, I'm gonna' turn around and you'll be too big for meto pick up. You don't mind Uncle Buck getting in a lot of this whileyou're still small, do you? Then I can remember how wonderful and specialyou were to me when you were this size. I have a feeling you're going tobe wonderful and special to me for many years to come."

Buck roared with laughter but Waddie was thinking, 'Did he just call mewonderful? Special? No one's ever called me wonderful or special before.'

Buck took Waddie into his big room. It was not unlike the man who livedthere; huge. It was on a corner of the house and boasted eight windows;four on each side. It was originally two large bedrooms with a bath nextto the other. Buck and his dad, with Morgan's help, knocked out the wallbetween the two rooms, but since it was a main bearing wall they had to runa heavy laminated header across the span and brace it on the ends andequally space with two other post. The two rooms together made one hugeroom. When the windows were open there was always a nice current of airthough the room.

The room smelled like his uncle. Aftershave, hard milled soap, oldspice, leather, boots, tack, horse sweat, and the gentle, lingering scentof his Uncle Buck's musky, male odor. The same smell Waddie smelled whenhe laid his head in his uncle's lap while he was in the hospital. It washighly intoxicating then and it was now. He loved it. He immediately tookhis clothes off and stood naked in front of his uncle. Buck smiled at him.

"You been talking to your dad, Son?" Buck asked quietly.

"Yes, Sir. I just wanted you to feel comfortable with me."

"Well, wait a minute and Uncle Buck will join you." Waddie watched hisuncle undress and even helped him with his big boots. The more clothingthe big man removed Waddie noticed something strange was happening to hispee-pee. It was growing and sticking straight out; he didn't know why. Bythe time Buck was fully naked Waddie's little dick was hard as a rock.

"Uncle Buck?"

"Yeah, Sweet baby?"

"Why is my pee-pee like this? It ain't never done this before." Buckglanced down and threw back his big head and laughed. Buck squatted downto Waddie's height and opened his arms for Waddie to come to him. Waddiedidn't hesitate.

His body was pressed tight against his angel's naked body and it wasfine. He felt his little legs were impeding his uncle's cock so he simplyspread his legs and it popped up between them. Then as if it were anatural thing to do he closed his little legs around it. He looked inBuck's eyes. They both saw a glint of mischief in each other's eyes andlaughed together.

"That was very thoughtful of you, young man, and I appreciate youhelping me hold it there. It gets so damn heavy carrying that big thingaround all day, that kind a gives it a little rest."

"You feel good, Uncle Buck. Is it wrong to think you feel good to me?"

"Course not! You should never be ashamed of your body and if you have abuddy you're comfortable with and he's comfortable with you when you sharethings with him like this then it feels good to both of you."

"Do I feel good to you, Uncle Buck."

"Never held't anybody who felt better'n you, Sweet baby. You and me wasbuddies the minute I walked through that hospital door. I saw that hungrylook in your eyes that said, "Please God, let this big cowboy be my buddy."I knew it, too. I didn't have any choice in the matter. I knew right thenand there, if I had to change my life around, I had to be that littlecowboy's buddy."

"How did you read my mind like that, Uncle Buck, 'cause that's exactlywhat I was thinking?"

"Weren't no magic to it, Cowboy, and I'm not real sure how it happenedbut for one brief moment I could hear your thoughts.

Waddie couldn't remember being held by a naked man before, not even hisdad, but somehow this felt awful damn good. He not only felt good but morewanted than any other time in his life. He felt his buddy, his angel, hisfriend, had that right to hold him close any damn time he wanted. He knewwith the openness of a child there wasn't anything wrong with it. Itwasn't perverse or something he needed to feel ashamed about. It felt goodto feel his body pressed up against the man he had come to adore in such ashort period of time. His Uncle Buck just felt right. In his arms waswhere Waddie belonged. He was welcome. He was wanted. He was loved. Thebig man who was holding him would have fought with his life in the balancefor this boy and did. He had the medals and scars to prove it. BuckClaymore made a commitment to a frightened little boy and he made a promiseto himself whenever this child needed the shelter of his arms they wouldalways be open to him. The man kept that promise to the child all hislife. Waddie was never turned away from his buddy's, his angel's arms.

It's not the act of a parent holding his child while nude that'sperverse it's the society that imposes out dated mores due to man's snaillike pace in accepting belief systems that work for them instead of livingby standards set down by sheep herders over two thousand years ago.

"Course it is, Son. Anytime we're here together with our clothes offyou don't never have to ask. Just let me know before you do, so's I won'tjump like a bullfrog on a' hot rock and go through the roof. Okay? Sometimes your old Uncle Buck gets a little goosey." Waddie giggled.

"Sure, Uncle Buck, I'll remember." Waddie knelt down in front of hisuncle and took his huge dick in both his little hands to feel it's hardnessand marveled at it. He very gently took his uncle's low hanging balls inhis little hands and gently felt each ball inside. With his unclesquatting down in front of him they hung within four inches of the floor.They reminded Waddie of a bull he saw sometimes on the property across theway from the ranch. Uncle Buck's had to be that big or bigger he'd wager.

"Damn. You're big all over, Uncle Buck."

"I'm a' thinking you're gonna' be, too, young'un. When I was your agemy old dick wasn't nearly as big as your's is now."

"Really?"

"I'm telling you the truth. Later, I'll show you some pictures of meand your dad when we were just about your age. But you wanted to know whyyour dick got hard like that. Can I feel yours?"

"Oh, sure, you let me touch your's, it's only fair." Buck smiled gentlyand took hold of Waddie's ample cock. Ample for his size and age. Buckwasn't joking with his nephew, Waddie was quite a bit bigger than he was atfive years old and he was hard as a rock."

"Damn, Waddie, that thing's rock hard ! Is this the first time it everdid this?"

"Yes, Sir. Ain't never happened to me before. Is it normal or do Ihave to go back to the hospital?" Buck laughed and pulled Waddie to himagain.

"No, no . . . Cowboy. It's normal. Mine's hard, too. It means youlike someone's body. You see them and would like to feel your body touchtheir's and then nature sends a lot of blood to your penis and it getshard. It'll go away in a minute."

"When I watched you take your clothes off that's all I could think aboutwas how wonderful laying next to you might feel." Buck got choked up fromthe innocence of his nephew and the unbridled candor of his unwittingsentiment.

"That's about the sweetest damn thing anyone's ever said to this oldcowboy, Waddie. And, you know why it was so sweet? Because it came fromthe honesty of a an innocent heart. If all the world could deal with eachother with such honesty, there would be no more war. Get up here and we'lljust see how it feels. How 'bout that?" He put his hands under Waddie'sarms and raised him up and onto his big bed. Buck crawled up beside Waddieand pulled him as close as he could in the spoon position. He kissed himon his neck and gently rubbed his little back.

"Well, does it feel like you thought it would, Cowboy?"

"No, Sir. Much better. I've never had anyone hold me like this UncleBuck," he couldn't help himself, he was so overcome by the love he feltcoming from his uncle he started crying. Buck knew why he was crying andsoothed him. Buck actually felt the depth of this child's pain for aninstant and almost withdrew his hand in disbelief. He hadn't felt thatmuch pain shoot through his body when he was wounded. This small,beautiful, helpless child so starved for love tugged at his heart like thechain to a pocket watch on a fat man.

Buck was beginning to carve out a picture of what this little boy hadbeen through and he didn't like the images that were running through hismind. Waddie was crying from joy and confusion. He didn't know how nor ifhe should risk accepting Buck's affection because love was always beengiven to him with a string attached. As quickly as the love starved childwould grab for a small piece it would quickly be pulled away. Setup/rejection. Set up/rejection. Over and over again. Now, here he waslaying in the arms of his own personal well spring of love and it wasoverwhelming.

Surely he would drown in his uncle's love. Waddie never ventured downthe trail that leads to the shore of the waters of belonging. No one evershowed him the way. He wasn't really sure belonging was something meantfor him. He knew he wasn't perfect but he tried to be good. He knewnothing of the gentle ebb and flow of an accepting tide as it gently comesand goes, rises and falls, gives and takes, to wash over and nourish asmall soul. Nor had he waded, hand in hand, into the shallows ofaffection's calming sea. Now, he found himself in the middle of aboundless ocean of purest love and he didn't even know how to dog paddle.

"Well, ya' better get use to it, Pilgrim," Buck said in his best JohnWayne imitation, to the small empty vessel in his arms, "'cause your UncleBuck's a huggin' fool and once he gets a pretty little boy in his arms hedon't never let go. Why, I've been known to crawl in a cave in the fallwith a pretty little boy like you; . . . hold him in my arms; . . . tellhim I love him; . . . steal all his kisses he has saved up: . . . whisperto him how wonderful and special he is; . . . how lucky I am to have alittle buddy like him to hold; . . . and not come out 'til spring." Buckgrowled like a bear and exchanged Waddie's tears for gales of laughter andgiggles. Then Waddie lay quiet for a moment.

"Something wrong, Darlin'?'

"No, Sir, I was just trying to figure out whether I really did die andthis is heaven." Buck rolled on his stomach throwing his arm over on top ofhis nephew. He didn't want him to see the water in his eyes.

"No, Sweet baby, you didn't die. This is how people can be with eachother, Son, without shame or pretense, when they love each other, withoutconditions or restrictions, just the honest caring of two buddies enjoyingeach other's company. Love flows freely back and forth. I feel your loveand I know you're feeling mine. I don't think that smile's left your facefor more'n five minutes since you got here. But that's good to see, Son,that's damn good to see. So, as long as we're up here in our world, wedon't wear no clothes.

'Cause with no clothes, everyone's reduced to a common denominator. That's a fancy way of saying everybody's on the same level. We're most allborn with the same equipment so no man's better'n any other when he'snaked. 'Sides that, it makes you more outgoing when you're out with people.I don't know why, it just does, and one other thing I've noticed, it ain'treal easy to lie to a naked man for some reason.

I make an exception for winter time, 'cause you really need something tohelp conserve your body heat. We get one of those 'blue northerns' comerolling across the sky, it get colder'n an Eskimo's noonies up here."

"What's an Eskimo noonie, Uncle Buck?"

"These, silly, . . . " Buck reached over and lightly pinched Waddie'steat. He looked at his uncle with a twinkle in he eye. Buck knew he wasgonna' get it back for damn sure.

"My dad told me, whatever someone touches on your body, gives you theright to touch it on their body." Buck couldn't believe how fast the kid'shands were, got both his teats at the same time, then Waddie rolled over onhis belly and laughed his ass off. Buck couldn't help but laugh. It wasgood to see his nephew laugh.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes! If your old man comes over to visit,he's gotta' take his clothes off, too! Them's my rules. No exceptions! Think you're gonna' be comfortable with that, Cowboy?"

"I'm more comfortable than I've ever been in my life, Uncle Buck;especially with you. You talk with me, Uncle Buck. You take time toexplain things to me, you don't talk down to me, you assume I have someintelligence, and best of all, you listen to what I have to say. Ain'tnever had nobody do that before, not even my dad. My dad don't listen to athing I say. He tells me he always knows better because he's bigger andolder. What I have to say don't matter anyway 'cause I'm just a kid whodon't know nothing, so why take the time to listen. That's why I ended upon the floor of that closet. Nobody listened. I don't want to end upthere again, Uncle Buck." Waddie held tight to his uncle and the tearsstarted again.

"I promise you, it won't happen on my watch, Cowboy. But, if you feelthe urge, you get frightened so bad you need to hide then your old buddywill be right in there with ya'"

"You can't sit in a closet, Uncle Buck, it's only for kids." Waddie saidthrough his tears..

"The hell I can't! I'd go anywhere my buddy goes if he needs me."

Buck soothed him and held him. He didn't tell him to stop, he figuredthe boy had a right to a few tears. Buck was not at all what Waddie hopedand prayed for. He was far more than he might have imagined. His unclewas constantly reminding him, by God, he had a buddy now and they may aswell be conjoined at the hip 'cause he wasn't going to let go. Buckcommitted for the long haul.

Buck was slowly beginning to put together a picture of what daily lifemust have been for Waddie in that house. You certainly couldn't call it ahome. To call it a home meant a family dwelled there. Buck was beginningto believe there was nothing resembled a family in that house. Buck wasbeginning to wonder if the bizarre stories Waddie told him that night inthe hospital were enlarged? Maybe not at all, he thought.

Buck had a huge leather covered couch he could stretch out on and read.He had a bright light at both ends to make reading easier. He decided toread for a while as it was early evening. There was just enough room forWaddie to lay on it, too, with his back to his uncle. He laid his head onBuck's left shoulder. Buck held his book in his left hand and turned pageswith his right.

After a while, he switched the book to his right hand and began to turnpages with his left. Waddie couldn't wait for him to turn the page. WhenBuck raised his left arm to turn the page it open up his pit and the smellscoming from him were the sweet imaginings of Waddie's dreams. He couldn'tget enough of his uncle's man smell coming from under his arms.

It didn't stink. It was a powerful, strong, healthy, masculine smelllike it was a signature of his uncle's body. It was the same musky smellhe smelled when his uncle first brought him into the room. It was muchmore powerful laying there. He knew that's where the wonderful smell ofhis uncle came from and he couldn't get enough. It was like a strong,powerful pheromone that made him want to belong to this man and smell likehim someday. He noticed his pee-pee was starting to act up again. He madea mental note to have a talk with it later. He could see how it mightbecome embarrassing. He would make sure they came to an understanding andhe would learn to control it.

"Uncle Buck?"

"Yes, Sweet heart?"

"You smell so good. I hope I smell as good as you do someday."

Buck put his book down and pulled Waddie up to his chest and held himthere. He remembered the nights as a small boy when his mother would visitrelatives in Dallas he'd get to sleep with his dad. He remembered thinkingthe same thing about his old man and wanting to smell like him someday. Heremembered the nights, so many nights, he'd lay his head back on Morgan'sside and lifting Morgan's arm placing it to lay on his head. He woulddrift back to peaceful sleep with his nose shoved as far into Morgan's pitas possible.

It was like a relaxing, familiar odor of the boy he loved so muchreassuring him of the powerful pull of Morgan's body and his unfailing lovefor him orbiting within the space of his dreams. Morgan shared a portionof his dreams as well. Buck wanted him to. He wanted to be with Morganeverywhere, always, together, . . . even in his dreams, . . . united by athin, silver thread running from their navels to their stilled and sleepingbodies, hand in hand they'd float off toward the moon, laughing and playinggrab ass, a stolen map of the universe in hand they'd pinched from a midgettime bandit pruning a foul smelling, pink bunkadoo tree; upward and onwardthey'd search 'til dawn, determined, this time, to find an elusive body inthe heavens never to be seen on any astronomer's scope, the second star tothe right.

"No, Sir, Uncle Buck, they could be a little stronger for me. I ain'tnever smelled anybody who smells as good as you."

"Well, we'll clean up before we go to bed. I'll get you in the showerand take a soft cloth and bathe you real good."

"You gonna' wash all that good smell off of you? I could lay here andsmell you all night, Uncle Buck?" Buck seemed to muse for a minute; he wastempted but not tonight. He kissed Waddie on the cheek.

"Yeah, tonight we'll shower. Some other night when we're being lazy wewon't and you can smell me all night. But fair's fair! You can't showereither. Uncle Buck might like to smell his little buddy's body next tohim. I know how important those smells can be to a kid. I use to love tosleep with my dad and wake up in the night and take deep breaths of hisodor hoping it would make me become more like him. It worked, too. Oncein a while, I still get a whiff of my old man after he's been working hardand have to tell ya' little buddy, it still causes Uncle Buck to pop aboner. " Buck laughed.. Waddie did, too.

"Can I bathe you, Uncle Buck?"

"Don't see why not. There's a lot more of me to wash than you, though.We'll see how good you are at scrubbing your buddy's back. You know yourdad scrubbed my back for almost twenty years and I scrubbed his. We alwaysshowered together ever since we was kids." He laughed to himself. Both setof parents were aware that Buck and Morgan showered together. They hadsince the first grade. Here they were getting ready for their senior promstill taking their shower together.

"Well, it saves water." allowed Mr. Claymore.

Buck led the way to his bathroom. There was the usual equipment with abig bathtub, but in the corner was a large walk in shower that had plentyof room for four or five people and had two shower heads. He and Morganput it in years ago with their two dad's help. Buck remembered what funthey had and then the ecstacy of standing under the hot running water ofthe shower instead of sitting in that awful, nasty bathtub that would leavea ring of filth around itself as well as you.

We got them limey bastards to thank for that terrible invention, thoughtBuck. A stuffy British officer told Buck,

"You Yanks are weak. You cry at the least provocation, where Britishmen, on the other hand, are taught to be strong and not express theiremotions. Why, with all your caterwauling at the drop of a hat, you Yanksare an embarrent to real men everywhere!" then he wheeled on his verypolished boot heel and minced off amid snickers from the Americans

"'Stiff upper lip my ass!" thought Buck at the time. Suchself-righteous bull shit had no place on a battlefield especially when yourcomrades at arms stepped in to save your bloody ass! Buck had seen theBritish soldiers weeping uncontrollably while holding their fallen comradesin their arms. They were no stronger, nor braver than any other men andwhen the smoke cleared, a tear wasn't the final measure of a man, it washis deeds.

Buck was squatting down bathing Waddie between his open legs. Waddiedidn't remember a time when anybody bathed him. He was lost in his ownworld of sensuality. He didn't understand the concept but he knew he likedthe feeling. His buddy would do nothing to harm him and he relaxed andenjoyed Buck's big hand and the soft cloth on his body. 'Damn that thing!Now this is getting out of hand. There it goes filling up with blood againand I didn't do nothing to make it do that,' Waddie thought, 'Yes', hethought, 'it will be a serious talk.'

'Uncle Buck's done this before,' he thought to himself. 'Yeah, he hadall them years to practice on my dad. No wonder he feels so good, he knowswhat he's doing.' Buck carefully bathed Waddie, turned him around so hisfront was facing away from him and pulled Waddie close to his big body. Waddie stumbled a bit but Buck caught him and steadied him. He could feelthe prickly but soft quality of the hair on his uncle's big chest ticklinghis small back. If he leaned back a little, . . .yes, . . . there, it'snot so ticklish now.

"That's fine, lean back against me, Cowboy. There, that's good. Youcan always count on a good buddy to lean on, Cowboy, but now, we have towash 'possible.'"

"What's 'possible,' Uncle Buck?" Waddie quickly learned the tone of hisuncle's voice when his mouth was about to void itself of steer manure andbraced himself.

"Ain't nobody never taught you how to bathe yourself, Cowboy?" he ask intriple negatives.

"No, Sir. I guess not."

"Well, you wash up as far as possible, . . . then you wash down as faras possible, and . . . then you wash possible." Buck had a hardy laugh athis own joke. Waddie got this awful look on his face.

"Oh, Uncle Buck, that's really bad." However, Waddie started giggling'cause it was so silly.

"You're a tough audience, Kid." Buck laughed.

"Okay, it's time to wash 'possible.' Lean back against me and pull theskin all the way back. There, that's it. Now let Uncle Buck wash that bigthing gently so's not to hurt ya'." Waddie did as his uncle asked andwatched this huge mountain of a man's hand gently start to clean the headof his penis.

"Oh God, Uncle Buck that tickles." Waddie started to jump but he was upagainst a man-mountain. "Hurry up, Uncle Buck, I don't think I can takemuch more." Waddie was giggling but his face had a contorted look. Buckpulled back and wondered if the boy almost had a dry orgasm. Waddie turnedin toward his uncle and pressed his body hard against his uncle's whileBuck held him.

"Turn around now and pull it back again to rinse the soap off." Waddieslowly turned around and again leaned back against his uncle for support.He slowly turned his head to look at Buck, then blushed.

"Oh,. . .you want me to do it for you and were too shy to ask?" Waddienodded his little head in embarrent. Buck whispered in his ear.

"My buddy won't never be embarrassed to ask his buddy to help him withanything from now on, will he, Cowboy?"

"No, Sir, Uncle Buck."

"Good!"

Buck took his rock hard little dick and gently pulled back the foreskinso the falling water from the shower head could rinse the soap. At theangle and force of the falling water on Waddie's front was pretty strong.Buck watched Waddie grab his big wrist between his smaller hands and lockthem tightly. Not to move Buck's hand away but to keep him there holdingon to his dick. Buck thought this must have become terribly sensual to hisnephew. Again Buck sensed Waddie didn't want to ask but his small handsspoke for him and said, 'Please don't take your hand away, Uncle Buck, I'venever felt anything so wonderful in my life!'

Waddie squirmed and pressed back, hard, against his uncle, almostknocking him over. He slightly arched his spine until he stood on tip toe,threw back his head, took in three short gasps of air, shuddered quite hardthree times, then expelled the gasped air in a slow, controlled, relaxedsigh, all the while holding his uncle's wrist in a death grip.

Waddie released his grip and turned into his uncle's body again to presshis cheek against his chest and his hands on either side of his headtouching Buck in as many places as his body would allow. Because of theuncertainty of what just happened to him he needed to feel his uncle closeto him for emotional support. He needed his uncle's strength at thatmoment. Buck understood and held him. He stood silent enjoying thecomfort of his uncle surrounding him. Waddie was trying to collect himselfas Buck stole a couple of kisses.

"You okay, Sweet baby?"

"Yes, Sir," Waddie nodded still pressed tightly up against his uncle'schest, "but I ain't never felt nothing like that before when I washed mypee-pee. What happened to me, Uncle Buck? I feel kind of light headed."

"I think you're growing up, youngster. I think you just had your firstdry orgasm. How'd it feel?" Waddie had to stop and think about that. Itwas pretty damn exciting. It was a little like somebody shocking you fromrubbing their feet on the carpet, but this tingled all over. He sure feltgood right now, though. He felt like his soul had been put through awringer. He said a prayer of thanks his Uncle Buck was there when ithappened to explain it to him.

"Leaning back on you with your arms around me holding my pee-pee was thebest feeling I ever had and this other feeling came over me I never wantedto stop. It felt better, and better. When I leaned against you harder iteven felt better until something made me feel wonderful all over. It feltlike I was releasing a part of my soul into the air. It was like my soulhiccuped. Yeah, I'd say it felt pretty damn good, Uncle Buck. Can we doit again sometime?"

"Don't see why not, Scamp, but let's get me washed up and get to bed. It's getting late." Waddie took the soapy cloth and washed his uncle'sback. Buck was right, there was one hell of a lot of back there to wash butWaddie persisted until every inch was cleaned. Buck stood, rinsed andthanked his little buddy.

"For the sake of time, Darlin,' what say you let Uncle Buck wash therest. Then on the weekend we'll have more time and you can wash all ofme."

"That's fine, Uncle Buck, washing your back kinda tuckered me outanyway." Buck laughed at Waddie's words. The kid made him feel good,alive, purposeful and needed. Waddie could be unexpectedly funny in hisreactions to things and sometimes painfully honest. This would be goodtraining for him, thought Buck, when he had six, . . no, . . eight son'sof his own. Eight boys should be enough with at least one, maybe two,three, . . .okay, half like Waddie.

They got out of the shower and Buck dried Waddie first then driedhimself. He handed the towel to Waddie and squatted down so Waddie coulddry his back. Waddie was diligent in getting his uncle's back as dry aspossible. They were though in the bathroom. Buck picked him up andcarried him into the bedroom laying him gently in his bed and pulled thecovers over him. He went around to his side, turned off his small lamp bythe bed, then lay down. Waddie was all the way over on the other side. His uncle put him there, if that's where he wanted him to sleep, he'd go tosleep there.

"You gonna' sleep way over there all night, Cowboy? By yourself? Whatif I get lonely?"

That's all Waddie needed to be back in those big wonderful arms again.Waddie was laying with his back to his uncle's front and Buck pulled him uptight. Waddie turned his head up to his uncle and met his mouth. Buckkissed him with the gentlest of kisses and didn't hurry about it. Damn,Waddie thought, ain't never had no one kiss me like that. I love this man.

"Good night, Cowboy."

"Good night, Uncle Buck."

"I'm glad you're here with me, Son, . . . I love you, Waddie."

"I love you, too, Uncle Buck."

Waddie never spoke any words he meant more than those. He knew hiswords didn't fall on deaf ears nor would his words be soon forgotten orever betrayed.

The clothes Morgan brought to the hospital were the only clothes Waddiehad. Buck called Morgan to see about getting some of his other clothes. Morgan was really upset on the phone. Buck knew his brother well and knewwhen he was hurting and really pissed. According to Morgan, his ma got itin her head Waddie wasn't coming back at all. She thought Morgan had givenWaddie to Buck to raise. She didn't know! Morgan never told her anything;. . . she constantly had to second guess him. It was his own damn faultfor not letting her know. She wasn't to blame. She gave all of Waddie'sclothes and toys away. His room was cleaned out. Nothing of his was left.

Buck felt an emptiness in his gut and tried his best to console hisbrother. He wasn't having much luck. Morgan said little and that alonespoke volumes to Buck. He knew his brother like a favorite book. Howcould Waddie's ma throw his clothes and toys out the day after he wasrushed to the hospital? He was getting better. He didn't died. Was thisher ultimate rejection? How could a mother be that cold? Morgan didn'tfind out 'til much later Willie did it and Judy took the rap. She knew ifMorgan found out, Willie would be out of the house immediately, for good.Morgan was livid. He didn't speak to them for two weeks. He moved intoWaddie's bedroom and cried himself to sleep night after night.

Buck felt awful for Waddie but the kid surprised him, he didn't shed atear. It was almost like, so what else is new? He'd been there and back!Nothing they could do would surprise him anymore. Waddie looked up at Buckwith his big blue eyes.

"Thanks, Uncle Buck." was all he said and let it drop. Buck could tellsomething snapped in Waddie. There was no longer a need for tears. He wasgetting stronger. Buck could see his little jaw was set. He'd made up hismind about something. It was a major decision but he was gonna' keep it tohimself. Buck decided if it didn't get to Waddie then he wasn't going tolet it get to him. Buck saw it as a new opportunity. A clean slate. Anew day. He was bound and determined that he was going to convey thatattitude to his little buddy.

"Come on, Cowboy, you, me and Grandma Claymore are going downtown. We're gonna' get you some clothes." Buck held out his hand for the boy. Waddie didn't come to him. He stood there looking down at his feet. Hespoke softly.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Buck."

"For what, Darlin.'?"

"For being a bother to you, Ma and Pa Claymore." Buck went to him andscooped him up to his arms.

"Now, I don't want to here anymore talk like that, Cowboy. You couldnever be a bother to me. Certainly not to Ma and Pa. They think the sunrises and sets in your eyes, Son. Now forget about it and let's go have agood time."

"That's better! I wanna' see a big smile on that puss. Bigger! That'sabout right."

In a small town you really have no need for a newspaper. Word getsaround overnight. The whole town heard what Judy did. No one would speakto her in the market or where ever she went. Willie got into some fightsin school 'cause the other kids called his mother a cold, heartless bitch.

Dorothy got more and more crazy until her mother talked about puttingher in an institution. She should've admitted herself and possibly herdaughter's problems might start to diminish. Dorothy flunked out of highschool her junior year. She spent more time in bed, on her back, gettingfucked than studying. She was laying practically every boy in high schooland at least three teachers. If she had as many dicks sticking out of heras she had put into her she'd look like a damn porcupine.

Buck marched Waddie, hand in hand, down to the local dry goodsdepartment store on the square. Between Buck, his ma and Morgan's mother,Mrs. Lovejoy, they outfitted him with enough clothes for a month's tour ofEurope. Whatever Buck did you could count on it being big. He was big. He thought big. He did big. Every thing you could think of for play orschool. Two weeks worth of jeans, socks, T- shirts, several nice westernshirts.

Ma Claymore went with them 'cause she and Mrs. Lovejoy shopped togetherfor years for Buck and Morgan. She called Morgan's mother, Mrs. Lovejoyand asked her if she'd like to meet them to help pick out things. She waswaiting for them when they got there. Buck hugged and kissed her. Buckhad always called her, Ma Lovejoy.

Waddie hugged his grandmother, too. He loved his Grandma Lovejoy. Shealways smelled like cookies. The two ladies got busy. From years ofexperience they knew what Waddie would need. He would be six that summerand go to school in the fall. He needed everything, they allowed.

Several dozen folks were in and out of the store and Buck introducedWaddie as Morgan's boy, his God son. Waddie knew a couple of folks his dadhad done business with. They came over to speak, say hello, and befriendly. They all knew Buck, too. It was a wonderful morning but thetreat of the day was his uncle took the four of them to lunch at the localdiner.

After they got back, Buck brought a chest of drawers from one of theother upstairs bedrooms for Waddie's clothes. Waddie couldn't believe theamount of clothes he had. They were new. They were wonderful. He wasoverwhelmed. But the most prize possession Buck bought Waddie was twocowboy hats. A straw and a felt. Waddie loved those hats. He couldalmost swear when he looked in the mirror a certain way and squinted hiseyes, . . . he looked a little like Buck. They both had dimples in theirchins and their faces were square and blocked.

Then his uncle took him to the barber shop where Waddie had his hair cutinto his first crew cut, just like Uncle Buck's. People started callinghim Buck Jr. and Waddie would just beam. They knew he wasn't Buck's kidbut they knew Waddie was proud to be with his uncle. They could almostfeel the love that passed between them. Yep, they all thought, BuckClaymore was the right man to pick for that boy's God father. Looks enoughlike him to be his boy.

The end of the month came and Buck didn't get a bill from the store. Hewent by the store thinking they'd forgotten to send one and was ready topay in full. There was no bill. The town folk got together and paid forWaddie's clothes. It got all over town what Judy did to her son and it wasthe town folk's way of saying, "We're sorry, young man, not all folks arelike that." to Waddie. Buck got out his handkerchief and blew his nose. He didn't want anyone to notice the water in his eyes. He was so touchedand proud of his town. He never would forget as long as he lived and paidthe community back ten fold.

Buck was still healing from wounds from the war. He hadn't taken a jobyet but he had several lined up he was thinking about. He could've gone toDallas, Houston, Austin and gotten a great job on his war record alone. Nope! He was gonna' stay right there. His God son needed him and hewasn't about to desert the boy.

Linda Sue talked with Buck and they decided on a June wedding. Buckwould see her two to three evenings per week at her parent's house or go tothe local movie theater. Buck left Waddie with his parents who came tolove Waddie like their own son. He was good, minded and didn't ask formuch. Mrs. Claymore would have to talk him into milk and cookies. Hedidn't want to be a bother. Pa Claymore was as bad or worse than Buck forpicking Waddie up and holding him. They were in the kitchen having hotcoco and cookies.

"Bess, where's that album of photos we had of Buck when he was a babyand young boy."

"It's in the hall closet next to the bath. I'll get it for you."

In a minute Ma Claymore came back with a large photo album of picturesof Buck when he was a baby. They started showing Waddie the pictures andthere was one picture of Buck on a pony that took Waddie's breath away. Maand Pa Claymore looked at him. He carefully handed the photo back.

"What's a matter, Son? Something upset you?" Waddie could only shakehis head 'no.' Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "I thought that was a picture of me and Ididn't understand how you folks could have a picture of me."

Pa Claymore picked up the picture. He and Ma Claymore looked at thepicture and then at Waddie and their mouths dropped open.

"Damned if it don't look just like you, son. I understand why you mightbe frightened." He came around the table and picked him up. About thattime Buck and Linda Sue came through the kitchen door. Pa Claymore satWaddie down. Buck opened his arms wide for his buddy. Waddie zoomed rightpast him to Linda Sue. They were hugging, kissing and carrying on.

"Oh, Aunt Linda, I'm so glad to see you. I haven't seen you in a coupleof weeks."

"Don't I even get a hug, Cowboy?"

"I'm sorry Uncle Buck but she's so much prettier than you."

Everyone in the kitchen broke up and Buck hugged him. Waddie sat andtalked with his Aunt Linda for an hour or more but Buck had to get herhome. Engagement or no engagement, until she was Buck's wife he wasdetermined to respect her parent's wishes. Buck was amazed Waddie andLinda Sue had so much to talk about and it was non-stop. No one could geta word in edgewise and they were both obviously thrilled with each other.Linda Sue couldn't keep her hands off Waddie and he ate it up.

"You wanna' ride along, Cowboy, to take your Aunt Linda home."

"I sure do, Uncle Buck." Hand in hand he and his Aunt Linda walked tothe car. He opened the door for her like a gentleman, waited 'til she wasseated then closed it. He opened the back seat and jumped in.

"Thank you, Waddie. That was very thoughtful of you."

They drove to Linda Sue's house and Waddie got to look at all theChristmas decorations people put up and the town strung across the mainstreet. It looked like a land of enchantment. They arrived and Uncle Buckopened the door for Linda Sue to escort her into the house. His uncle toldhim to get in the front seat to ride back with him. He waited until UncleBuck took Linda Sue in and it was only a minute before he came boundingdown their front stairs and into the car. Buck started the car and headedback to his parents house. He noticed Waddie seemed in great spirits. Buck hadn't seen the boy that happy since he'd been living with them.

"Can I ask you something, Cowboy?"

"Sure, Uncle Buck?"

"What'd you do to that lady to make her love you? She can't talk aboutnothing else but you. She was pissed I didn't bring you along on ourdate."

"Aww, I understand you and her need to be alone together. Besides, Ilove Ma and Pa Claymore. They make me feel loved and wanted. I enjoystaying with them." Waddie paused for a minute, "Would you be upset if Itold you I heard there was another man in town who loved Aunt Linda?"

"Tell me! Tell me! Who is he? If I catch him, Why, . . .why . . . .I'll muderate him . . . . I'll break both his arms . . . . then I'llbreak both his legs . . . . then I'll grind him up and then I'll do it allover again. Who is he, young'un?" Buck did a mock jalousie routine with alittle Lou Costello thrown in for flavor.

That was the second time someone referred to him as 'wonderful.' Waddiedidn't think he was wonderful. He just thought he was a normal kid.

Waddie didn't want to think about going back home. He hated the thoughtbut his dad needed him and he couldn't let him down. Morgan had been overfor a long visit with him the day before and had to take off all hisclothes. He'd never seen his dad naked before but he was impressed by whata well developed body his dad had and his dick was almost as long as UncleBuck's but not as big around.

Buck went to his small kitchen in the back. He converted a large sunporch area into a small kitchen for himself so he wouldn't have to put onclothes and run downstairs. He was getting Morgan a beer and Waddie asoda. Morgan and Waddie were laying across Buck's huge bed talking.

"Daddy, this is the first time I've ever seen you naked. Are youuncomfortable around me naked?"

"A little, but not too much. Come over here and let me hold you."'

"Can I touch you down there, Dad?"

"I was afraid you weren't gonna' ask." Morgan looked sad as he tookWaddie in his arms. Waddie reached his hand down and felt his dad's dickand then gently felt his balls in their sack. His dad's dick startedgrowing and growing until it was rock hard.

"Don't worry about that, Dad, it'll go away, and I was wondering what itwould feel like to lay next to your body, too. See . . . ?" Waddie showedhim his dick and it was rock hard. Morgan giggled as he reached down andfelt his son.

"Damn, Son! How long you been poppin' boners?" Buck walked in andhanded Morgan his beer and sat Waddie's soda on the night table on acoaster.

"Since his first night here." Buck answered for Waddie.

"Yeah, I been gettin' 'em pretty often. It happens most times when Iwatch or help Uncle Buck take his clothes off. I got one when I watchedyou take yours off today, too, Dad, but they go away."

"I guess my boy's growing up. Given any thought about when you mightwant to come home, Son." Morgan tried to sound casual and not pushing.

"No, Sir, I haven't. I love it here with Uncle Buck and his parents butI miss you, Dad. I want to stay here through the holidays because theywere never very much fun for me at home."

"I'm sorry, Baby, I know they weren't and I think you should staythrough the holidays. Buck and his mom and dad love Christmas and go allout for it. I can come and spend some time with you at Christmas."

"I'd like that, Dad. I'd like to stay another two weeks after that andthen come home. The middle of January."

"That soon? I thought you might want to stay until after Buck and LindaSue get married?"

"You don't need me, Dad?"

"Of course I do! I'll always need you but I can come in to see you liketoday and weekends I might stay a night with you and your God father if I'minvited." He raise the volume of his voice to kid Buck

"Since when, in all these years do you need an invitation to your ownhome, Bro? You been family too damn long to need an invitation to yoursecond home. You're welcome here anytime, day or night, and you know it.You've still got a closet full of clothes here, for cries sake. So, don'tgimme' no shit!" Buck smiled real big, winked at Morgan and Morgan giggled.

"Have you said anything to Waddie about tonight?" Buck asked Morgan.

"No, I was gonna' let you do it. It's your place, and since he's inyour charge, you should tell him. I'm grateful, Buck, for you taking careof Waddie for me. It's really been a God send to have you look after him.He's more comfortable here than I've ever seen him and I'm comfortable withhim being here, too. I'd appreciate it if you'd consider keeping him 'tilyou and Linda Sue get hitched. Then if he wants to he can come home. I'vedecided I ain't gonna' make him come home. He has the choice. There's nouse him coming home if he's gonna' be miserable." Waddie excused himselfand went off to the bathroom.

"Well, Lord, . . . he's no bother at all. He's like having at littlebrother around and he keeps me busy and out of trouble. He goes everywherewith me. I feel like I've forgotten something if I leave the house withouthim. You're probably doing me a greater favor than I'm doing you. I'll behonest with you Morgan, that kid is the greatest thing you've ever done.

I don't love him just because he's your's, I love him for who he is. I'm not trying to be mean, brother, but I wonder sometimes if you ever tookthe time to get to know him really well. People aren't lying to you whenthey tell you, you have a treasure in that boy." Waddie returned to sit onthe bed close to his dad. He liked to sit with a hand on Morgan. Itbrought him comfort to touch his dad.

"Waddie, this is Friday night." said Uncle Buck, "The first Friday ofthe month, two of my buddies and most times your dad come over and we playpoker. Now, . . . you can stay up here with us, listen to the radio orread, whatever you want to do but your dad and I are going to be tied upfor several hours. Or if you want to pull your clothes on and godownstairs mom and dad would love to have you visit.

"Okay, Uncle Buck. If it's all right with you, I got some stuff to playwith and if I get sleepy I'll crawl up on the bed and throw that comforterover me. I'll be fine. I won't make noise."

"That's a Sweet baby." Buck opened his big arms and Waddie went to himto be hugged and kissed. Buck would do that with the boy no less thanfifteen to twenty times a day. Waddie ate it up. He'd never been shown somuch attention in his life and he was determined to be a good boy to makehis Uncle Buck proud of him. He didn't want to be a problem and have to gohome quite yet. He knew he'd have to eventually but he wasn't going tothink about bad things right now.

Waddie wondered to himself whether Uncle Buck's no clothes rules wouldapply to his card playing buddies. Surely not, he thought to himself. Time passed and the other two men arrived. Both were curious to meetBuck's nephew living with him. Uncle Buck introduce him to the first manto get there. His name was Gary Stiles and was the owner of the localmarket. Stiles was a short stocky man built like a fire plug. He had hugearms and a decent body. He had been a running buddy of Buck's and Morgan'sfor years. Buck was his best man at his wedding. He now had six kids andwas expecting a seventh this summer. He had an personality that everybodyliked. He was a good provider for his family and a good business man. Hewas admired by most of town. He always had a good word for everyone.

When the other man walked through the door Waddie almost freaked. Hewanted to run and hide his nakedness but he didn't. It wasn't because theman was ugly or a horror. He was the most handsome, beautiful man Waddieever saw and he made Waddie feel nervous for some reason. He tried to hideit from his dad and uncle. The man was about six-four and around twohundred thirty well packed pounds. He was wearing a deputy sheriffsuniform with a gun belt. The man's eyes immediately found Waddie's and alook came over him that made Waddie's stomach churn. He thought he wasgoing to piss until the man smiled the sweetest smile at him. Then hewinked at Waddie telling him not to be nervous I know what you're thinkingbut it's okay. We'll be friends.

"Quinton, come over here and meet my nephew, Morgan's boy. Waddie Iwant you to meet Mr. Quinton Tate. Quinton this is Waddie Lovejoy, mynephew." The beautiful man held out his hand and Waddie shook hands withhim. Their eyes never left each other's from the time he walked into theroom. They were shaking hands and still their gaze was locked on eachother."

"Something wrong, Son." Quinton ask Waddie, again looking in his eyes.Waddie thought, 'I can't lie to the man, tell him the truth.'

"Yes, Sir. It's... just...." he looked at his uncle for help but Buckdidn't have a clue, "it's just I've never seen a man as handsome as you andit makes me nervous being naked in front of you. I had a long talk with mypee-pee about not getting hard when I saw somebody I'd like to feel layingnext to me. It didn't listen to a damn thing I said; just look at it."Waddie's dick was at full salute. The men all giggled.

"Come'mer...." Quinton held his arms open for Waddie and Waddie couldfeel his pull like a magnet. As guarded as his brain might've been hislittle legs had a mind of their own and immediately reacted to the man'soffer. Quinton hugged him and pushed him back away. Quinton glanced atBuck and Buck winked and nodded to Quinton. He took Waddie's small handand guided it to his leg in front of his crotch.

"Feel that."

Waddie felt and felt again, then smiled real big.

"That for me, Mr. Tate?"

"'Fraid so, youngster."

"Wow!" exclaimed Waddie.

"Son," Uncle Buck addressed Waddie, "every man and women in this townare a mess when they first meet Quinton. I damn near pissed my pants thefirst time I met him, . . .and, yes, I was nervous as a cat on coffee."allowed Uncle Buck "He made me so damn nervous I could hardly talk to him.Ain't that right, Quinton?"

"Sure is, Waddie, but he got over it soon's we made friends."

"Not true!" corrected Buck, "You still make me nervous as a whore inchurch, I just hide it better." Everyone laughed.

"That's the only damn reason we have the poker party at Buck's 'cause ofhis 'no clothes' rule. Hell, it's just so's we all get to see Quinton inthe buff." added Waddie's dad. They all laughed at that.

Waddie didn't know whether he was gonna' like that or not but Quintonsure felt good. He smelled good and he sure said all the right words. Waddie just knew he was falling in love. He couldn't take his eyes offQuinton and his dick was still rock hard. He was kinda proud of himselfthough, it's the first one he'd had in thirty minutes. To make mattersworse, Quinton couldn't take his eyes off of Waddie all the while he wastaking his clothes off.

Quinton finally got his clothes off and stood buck naked in front ofWaddie so he could get a full look at him. He had a beautiful body of welldefined muscles. He looked like his body had been chiseled out of granite.It was obvious he was proud of his body and took good care of it withexercise and proper diet. He looked like a God. As he stood there Waddiecould see his eight and half inch cock start to rise until it was stickingstraight up his belly. Then he squatted on his haunches and again openedhis arms. Waddie didn't need a second invitation. Quinton picked Waddieup and held him close and kissed him behind the ear.

"Was that one for me, too, Mr. Tate?'

"You know it, Cowboy. You're still hard as a rock. If you don't stopthat it's gonna' pull the skin back on your face 'til you look like aChinaman." Waddie knew Quinton was bull shit'n him and he giggled.

"I know, . . . I'm sorry, Mr. Tate. Just watching you take yourclothes off did it. Uncle Buck says it's happens when you look at someoneand imagine how your body would feel close to theirs. Quinton smiled realbig at Waddie.

"Don't worry , Waddie," said Gary Stiles, "look at me, he does the samedamn thing to my dick."

"You know how you feel about me, Waddie?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I walked in that door and couldn't take my eyes off you, Remember?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you watched my old dick get hard a minute ago, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, that was for you."

"Really, Mr. Tate?"

"Sure was! And call me Quinton, Son."

"Yes, Sir. Why did you get hard for me, Quinton?"

"For the same reason you did. I saw you sitting there and I thought tomyself, "Damn, that has to be one of the best looking kids I've seen in along time. I can't take my eyes off of him. He's gonna' get nervous andupset with me staring at him like that. Then I thought, I just can't help,he's too damn good looking. He's looking at me and he's feeling something,too. I wonder if he'll like me? I know I'll like him! The next thing Iknew my pee-pee was getting hard. It's normal, Waddie, but you know what?"

"What, Quinton?"

"That's a great compliment to pay someone when you look at them andthink their so nice to look at it makes your dick hard. Now look atyour's, it's gone down now and so's mine. We're buddies now and we won'tworry about it anymore, Okay?"

"Okay, Quinton. But if you see me staring at you it's 'cause I can'thelp it"

"Won't bother me a bit, but if you catch me looking back don't getembarrassed, just wave."

"Okay, thanks, Quinton. Damn you smell good."

"You do, too, little man."

"Will you two knock off the love affair! Get your naked butt over here,pretty boy, and lose some money." bellowed Buck.

Quinton put Waddie down but Waddie didn't want him to. He crawled up onhis uncle's bed with his coloring book and box of crayons. He was reallygood at coloring now. He use to not stay in the lines. Now he was good atit. He looked up, and thought it was probably unusual to see four grownmen playing poker, naked. But, the more he thought about it the lessunusual he thought it was. 'One thing's for damn sure,' Waddie thought,'no one's hiding an ace up their sleeve.'

The game went on and on and Waddie was getting sleepy. He lay his headdown to rest for just a minute. Quinton asked Buck if he could put Waddieto bed. He really liked Waddie a lot. Next thing Waddie knew there was ahandsome, naked, angel picking him up and gently putting him into bed. Hewas telling him what a handsome young man he was and he hoped his son wouldbe as good looking. Do angels have kids, he wondered? Damn, but this oneis a pretty one. Aww, too damn sleepy to get hard, he thought. Waddiepassed into peaceful sleep as his guardian angel for the evening, QuintonTate, tucked the covers around him and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good night, Cowboy. Sweet dreams."

Waddie dreamed of his beautiful new friend, Quinton, laying next to himand his pee-pee got hard. Quinton put his clothes on, said his goodbyes,drove home, showered, went to bed and dreamed of Waddie laying next to him,his little body pulled up close to Quinton's. He dreamed of protectinghim, loving him as Waddie's big brother, being his friend, teaching himthings, but mostly holding him close and he got an erection. His lastthought before he drifted off was, 'Damn, there's just something about thatkid that turns me on. That shouldn't be too surprising, he thought, you'vehad a crush on his uncle for years.'

The holidays came. Thanksgiving then Christmas. It was the first timeWaddie ever felt wanted at Christmas and a part of a family. He became inintegral part of the Claymore family and also the Davenports. He spentquite a bit of time with his Aunt Linda and they continued to grow closer.He could see she truly loved and adored Buck but there was a deep sadnesshe could sense. Sometimes he would ask her about it.

"Aunt Linda, . . . sometimes you get a far away look in your eyes likeyour looking for someone who isn't here." She looked down at Waddie andsmiled.

"You're not a mind reader, are you, Waddie?" she looked at him andsmiled. Waddie looked down and shook his head 'no.'

"I guess you're right. Occasionally, when I'm with you, I think ofanother little boy I use to know, about your age and wonder where he istoday. That's all, . . . now, what were we talking about. Oh, yes, Iremember. Your Uncle Buck is going to start teaching you to rope and youwant to become a cowboy. You sure you want to become a cowboy?"

"Yes Ma'am. Cowboys are good, strong, brave men and a cowboy don'tnever tell a lie."

"Well, if that's what you really want, I'm sure you'll be one of thebest." his aunt-to-be allowed.

"Aunt Linda?" Waddie spoke softly.

"Yes, dear?'

"I would never lie to you." Waddie looked his aunt in the eyes and shefelt a deep need for him to tell her something.

"I believe you, Sweet heart. I would trust anything you tell me."

"Good! You'll see that little boy again. I can't tell you when but youwill. Aunt Linda this has to be between you and I. You can't even tellUncle Buck." Linda Sue looked at Waddie and didn't know what to think butshe could tell this was of the utmost seriousness to him. There was nojoking in his demeanor.

"I appreciate you telling me, Waddie and it'll be our secret. I'llnever tell another soul. Not even Buck. I promise but can I ask how youknow."

"Don't be mad, Aunt Linda but I can't tell you. I shouldn't have toldyou that much but you look so sad sometimes when you're with me I feel itall the way down here." Waddie pointed to his stomach. Linda Sue huggedhim to her and held him for a minute.

"I could never be mad at you, Waddie. You mean far to much to me toever be angry with you."

Linda Sue had indeed fallen in love with this little man. She knew fromtalk around the town when she was home from her work in Dallas that Morganhad a son but she never saw the child. They never seemed to have him withthem. Then too, she would only come home for short periods of time and shewasn't into the town gossip. But ever since that first afternoon at thehospital she found herself becoming more and more comfortable with him andhad to admit to Buck she loved him deeply. She even told Buck if heentertained thoughts of Waddie living with them after they were married,she thought it would be a wonderful ideal. In fact, Linda Sue told him shehoped he'd consider it.

Christmas was centered around Waddie with the Claymore family. Ma andPa Claymore opened their hearts to the boy and loved him. They couldn'tbelieve how mature Waddie's reasoning and intuitive abilities were. Hewould come up with something that sounded way out at first but when you gotto thinking about it, his idea was simple, elegant but best of all,workable. Then sometimes he could be as naive and honest as the child hewas.

The family went to midnight services. Waddie went with his uncle andaunt and sat with them in church. Morgan sat with Judy, Willie andDorothy. Waddie winked at his dad but ignored Judy and her kids. His unclewas holding him in his lap and he made the mistake of laying his head upagainst his uncle's chest. The drone of the pastor's voice in the warmchurch turned his lights out. He was fast asleep. They brought him home,Buck gently carried him upstairs and put him to bed.

Buck kissed Waddie on the forehead and returned to the living room toset up his nephew's Christmas. Buck got him an electric train he set up torun around under the tree. It had a whistle and puffed real smoke. Healso got him a fire truck to play with. Willie had given or thrown awayall of his toys so these would be his first new toys. The only problem waseveryday brought another town member by with a cheerfully wrapped gift for"the boy," they would say. Waddie had a stack of presents from the townfolk almost as tall as he was.

Waddie asked for nothing. They couldn't get him to say he wantedanything. He didn't believe in Santa Clause 'cause Willie and Dorothypopped that bubble a couple of years ago. He never had a real Christmas;he didn't know what to expect. Secretly, he was afraid to ask for anythingbecause Judy told him if he asked for anything for Christmas he could counton getting nothing. Also, he was so comfortable living with his uncle andMa and Pa Claymore he was afraid to ask for anything as it might make himseem ungrateful. He was told so often by Judy and her kids that everythingbad that happened to him was his own fault. It was because he'd been a badboy and didn't deserve anything good. He wondered about it, but thoughtthey must know.

Christmas morning came and Buck awoke before Waddie. He rolled over tosee if he could see an eye ball peeking out but Waddie was out. Buck gotup and went to the bathroom to piss and brush his teeth. When he came backhe saw Waddie laying there awake. Here it was Christmas morning and mostkids would be up screaming and running downstairs to see what Santa Clausebrought them. Waddie just lay there smiling up at his uncle.

"Well, thank you, Darlin,' you're the first one this morning to wish mea Merry Christmas and a Merry Christmas to you, too. You wanna' get up, godown stairs, and see if Santa left anything for you."

"I'm sure he didn't Uncle Buck. He don't know I'm here and besides henever brought me nothing over at my dad's. I was always too bad a boyduring the year to get anything from Santa and I sure as hell ain't been nosaint this year." Buck was sad but chuckled at Waddie's opinion of himself.'I should be so bad as you, little man.' Buck thought to himself.

"Well, you just never know. It might be worth a look-see, don't youthink?"

"Yes, Sir. Besides I do like to look at the tree." Buck quickly dressedhim and led him down the stairs to the living room. Ma and Pa Claymore,his Aunt Linda, and his dad was there. He was so happy to see all of themhe didn't even see the toys under the tree. He sat down next to his dadand looked at the toy train going around on it's track. He saw the brightred fire truck and thought they were wonderful. His uncle came to thecouch where he and his dad were sitting and sat on the floor next to him.

"Hey, Cowboy. Ma Claymore got up last night and came in here and foundSanta Clause putting down all those toys for you. Those are all yours."Waddie's eyes got really big but not from joy. Buck saw a look of fear,almost terror, mixed with pain come across his little face. Rather thanrun to them, Waddie looked at his dad, his Aunt Linda, then his Uncle Buck,quickly turned and bolted from the room to climb the stairs back up toBuck's room. Buck looked at Morgan to see if he was going after Waddie.

"He needs his buddy, now, Brother; more than ever." Morgan said withtears in his eyes.

"I'll be with him. Go on without us. I may be a while." Buck told hisloved ones.

Buck followed him up, broken hearted, by Waddie's reaction but he knewit wasn't the kid's fault. He was unprepared and overwhelmed. They wantedto show h

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After we had our first episode we all were happy andsome how Asif�s aunt came to know about us and on thesame day she asked Asha if they were all fuckingtogether. Asha told her, � Sabera, they are not smallkids! They have grown up into nice adults so whydeprive them of the pleasures?�

�No I am not against it but how can you forget me? Myhusband had died long ago and don�t you think I have aright to enjoy all this.. so why don�t you invite mefor nice get together. Let it be surprise! That willbe more exciting.�

So Asha told me about this and I asked her to callSabera in the evening and hide somewhere, before thechildren come to us for fuck party. I had somethingelse in mind too. I wanted to watch my Dog have hiscock deep in the choot of Lubna. This was difficultbut I knew when a woman is hot she can fuck even ahorse! I made all preparations and let Asha call theMrs Sabera. Mrs sabera was to have fright of her life!Asha called our neighbour and she came to our house.Sabera was beautiful with nice set of tits and roungbig ass. Asha called me and told that our guest hasarrived. I welcomed her and told her asha had told meeverything and why she was here. Asha caught hr andlifted her sari up to show me her nice fleshy thighs.I went to Sabera and kneeled before her pushing myhead deep in her sari and to the love nest. Saberaspread her thighs and caught my head showing me whereher choot was. My tongue dived into her choot and herjuices started to flow. She moaned and grabbed ashaand held her tightly to her body. Her eyes rolled andshe murmured, � Ohhh! Asha! What a pleasure yourhusband gives me! Ohhh Its soo long! A male touchingme! Ohhh Allah! I cant wait to have him inside me>Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Rub me all over Asha!� and asha didnot waste time either. She held her soft boobs andkissed her on the mouth . Sabera pressed her choot onmy face and started to grind it, almost choking me. Wewere all enjoying this and the door bell rang.

� Ohhh Sabera it must be your kids. Hide in ourbedroom and watch the show.� Asha said.

I took Sabera to our bedroom and kissing her on thelips told her to enjoy and wait for the surprise ofthe life. She smiled at me and blushed. Ohh the Indianladies! Always blushing.

Asha had opened the door for Lubna and Asif and theycame in laughing with Asha. Asha might have told themsomething to laugh at. I entered the hall and greetedmy lovely Lubna. Lubna was wearing tight skirt andthin top. Her bra was visible through the thinmaterial and she had applied dark brown lipstick,making her look sexier. Asif was in half pants and tshirt and was very happy to see us. Asha went to Asifand removed his pants fishing out his cock. His cockwas about 7 inches and somewhat thick, off course,circumcised. The knob looked red and yesterdaysfucking had made it tender. Asha inspected his cockand observed that the skin on the lower side near theknob had been torn. She showed me this and I said,�its normal and the first fucking always does this andnot to worry. Then Asha examined his asshole and Ohhit was all red and swollen. Asha kissed it and triedto console him about that, � Yeh! Let Jeevan fuck itdaily and it wont swell. That�s the only solution forthis.�

I removed my pants and called Lubna to me, � come onbaby! Uncle is waiting for your choot. Climb on uncleslap and place that tight choot of yours right on mylund. Hurry up Uncles lund is waiting for you.�

Lubna obeyed and jumped on my waist putting her handsaround my neck. I held her below her ass, supportingthe lithe figure and hiking her skirt up and exposingher fresh choot. I placed my hand on the fleshy slitand rubbed it with my palm. Lubna moaned and tried torub her cunt over my cock but could not locate it. Sherubbed her hard boobs on my face and caressed me withthem instead. I then found her asshole and tried o putmy finger in it. It was tight and her ass musclestwitched at the touch. I watched Asha and she wasfeeding on the boy�s cock, slurping on it. She hadalmost all the 7 inches of cock in her mouth and wasrubbing her face on his pubic hair. Ohh a real slutcocksucker she was! I called them near me so that weboth males were standing near each other. Lubna turnedher face to her brother and kissed him on the lips.Asif opened his mouth and I saw their tongue play witheach other in a lusty embrace. I held my cock in onehand and guided it to Lubna�s choot and placed my knobon the wet hole. Lubna lowered her choot and I pushedmy cock from below at the same time, causing it toenter in that tight cunt to the hilt asha waswatching us as she sucked Asif�s cock and removing thecock from her mouth told asif, � hey boy suck thatcute ass of your sister. See how it is inviting you.Lick it. Sale aapne bahan ki gaand chato aur usko mastkaro. Chal mai tere niche aati hu aur tera lundchoosti hu. Tu zook kar uski gand chat.�

And asha crawled below Asif who bent to lick Lubna�sass. We all were enjoying this immensely when I heardmoaning from the bedroom. Ohh it was Sabera! We hadforgotten her and she made her presence known to us bymoaning. Asha got up and excused herself telling Asifand Lubna to close their eyes for a big surprise. Ihad another surprise for all including Asha which Iwas to disclose in the end. Both the kids closed theireyes and continued their job. Lubna fucking me andAsif licking her gand. Asha came with Sabera in theroom and what a sight! Sabera had her blouse open andher nipples were hard. Her boobs heaved as shebreathed faster. The sight of her niece and nephewfucking together had made her come many times. Shewalked as if she was drunk and then Asha told her tocrawl below Asif and to suck his waiting cock. Beforethat Asha had Sabera naked and was fingering theexcited choot of Sabera.

Sabera crawled below Asif and took his cock in hermouth. She just took his cock head and chewed on it.Asif felt some change in the technique and opened hiseyes to see who was that. OHHHhhhhh what a shock hefelt! His cock jumped out of his aunt�s mouth and hisbody stiffened. He cried, � Ohhh My god! Its youAunty!�

�Yes its me my boy. Your Aunt! I watched you allgetting it on and thought to join the fun. Ohhh god!See that slut Lubna! Dancing on that big Lund! Ohh seeher pussy! Its full of that rod! Ohhhhh! Come on Asifgive me your Lund and lick that slut�s asshole dear.Ohhhh give me! Yyeessssss! Come on Asha lick my chootlick suck the pussy. I feel so high with aallll this!After so many years!�

Lubna heard her aunt and jumped on my cock taking all9 inches in that tight choot. �Ohhh auntie! You toojoined the fun! Oohh God lets all enjoy. Suck his cockauntie! drink his come! Swallow it down your throatthen lick me and lick the come of Uncle Jeevan from mychoot! Asha auntie suck her choot and make her hot forus.� Sabera was now sucking Asif�s cock in earnesttaking all of it deep in her mouth. She also tickledhis balls holding each in hand and weighing themalternately.

Now Asif was coming and shot his wad deep in hisaunt�s mouth. Sabera felt the hot jism in her mouthand jerked her choot over Asha�s mouth crying outloudly as she came too. Seeing all the action aroundme I came deep in Lubna�s choot. Lubna too camefeeling my jism in her choot and jumped on my lunddriving the jerking monster deep in her cunt.

Asha did not come but observed everything and rubbedher own choot with her entire hand and came. We allwere satisfied but wanted more. Sabera was looking atmy cock thirstily and asked Asha if she can fuck meand offered Asif�s Lund to her instead. Sabera did notwait even to see her reaction but grabbed my now semihard cock and thrust it in her mouth. Now was the timeto bring in the third cock THE DOGGIE COCK. I askedAsha to bring our German shepherd in the room and toldher he was up on the terrace. Asha looked at mequestioningly and went to obey me. Meanwhile Lubna wasbusy sucking Asif�s cock and looking at her auntsucking me. My cock soon became hard and I askedSabera to roll her tits over my cock. Sabera caughther soft boobs and brought them to my cock and placedmy cock between them. I felt the soft flesh rubbing onmy cock and asked Sabera to tit fuck me. Sabera caughtmy cock between the twin melons and rolled both thebreasts with her hands. I felt my cock rolling betweenthem and ooohhhhhhhhh it was heaven! We all heard thedog barking and Asha entered with the huge Germanshepherd.

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